Earlier today, I went to the Shell station on the corner of Westnedge to put gas in my car. Upon entering the store, I noticed a fine young damsel working behind the counter. Bitch got me sprung. Game time.
There was this middle aged yuppie beta male douchebag at the counter in front of me buying 2 cups of coffee (he needs his energy!) “Young, good looking, crew cut, Ivy League, advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me.” Anyway, this cocksucking fairy finished checking out, and I said “hello there!” as I approached the counter. She said “hi, how are you?” I said “you look just like Nicole Richie (she actually did). Has anyone ever told you that before?” This girl immediately LIT UP. It was obvious that she hadn’t received this kind of attention from a confident alpha male in a long time. This girl LOVES the badboy vibe and I ain’t gon’ tell her nothin’ different. She was BEGGING for some lovin’. I could see it in her eyes. It’s a good thing I’ve got plenty to go around.
She said “when I was younger, people used to say I looked like Julia Roberts.” I responded “yeah, I can totally see that (I was being sincere).” There was this old black lady in line behind me buying candy, and I asked her if I could have one of her Tootsie Rolls. She was cooperative. I was essentially behaving like an alpha male jackass and acting like I owned the place, as is becoming my modus operandi.
I didn’t ask for her number. One thing I’ve learned in the field since I’ve lived here in Kalamazoo is that you don’t always have to lunge for the number. There’s no real need to telegraph that much interest right out the door. I usually visit this gas station a few times a week. The ice is broken. The game is set. Obviously the logistics in a club or bar are different, and should be treated as such, but she’s not going anywhere, guys.
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